Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
the Human League,
Television,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.